I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"The beating willow is indeed rare and difficult to repair. After all, this magical plant is very ancient. I remember that it seems that only Hogwarts has such a plant in the entire UK."

"Yes, Lockhart, so do you have any good ideas?"

On the morning of the first day of school, by the Black Lake, Professor Sprout was preparing to repair the beating willow that was smashed by Harry and Ron last night, and Lynn happened to pass by here just after breakfast in the auditorium. .

"I have some life powder here." He took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained some green powder. "This kind of thing can make plants grow better. I don't know how it will affect the injured willow. Does it work?"

Seeing the bottle in Lynn's hand, Professor Sprout's eyes suddenly lit up: "Living powder! This is indeed the best healing medicine for plants, but isn't its main material extinct decades ago? Where did you get it?"

"Several friends gave it to me." Lynn put the bottle of life powder in Professor Sprout's hand, "This bottle of potion will be given to you if you need it, and I don't usually need it anyway. "

"It's too precious, Lockhart, I only need a little bit." The genial Hufflepuff dean tried to stuff it back and refused, but Lynn had turned to leave.

"Take it, Professor Sprout, it's a waste for me to keep it, it's better in your hands."

Life Powder was one of a bunch of potions that Rozier sent him last year. This thing only works on plants. Lynn's holding it is just taking up space. It's better to give it to Professor Sprout and her. Have a good relationship.

Even the potion materials that Snape needs to use are taken from Professor Sprout, who is the top herbal cultivation master in the magic world, and there is no harm in having a good relationship with her.

At this time, Harry Ron and Hermione had just come out of the castle. Their first class of the semester was herbal medicine, and they were going to Greenhouse No. 3.

Harry and Ron looked very bad. They received a roaring letter from Mrs. Weasley at breakfast. She scolded Ron in front of so many young wizards in the school and made Harry ashamed. , which makes them not in such a good mood.

On the contrary, Hermione is not very angry with them now. She thinks this is the punishment they deserve. Now that she has been punished, there is no need for her to accuse them.

"Professor Sprout, why are you here? Shouldn't we be going to class now?" Hermione asked, looking up.

Professor Sprout was arguably the best-tempered professor at Hogwarts, and every house student liked her.

"I'm repairing the beating willow that these two kids smashed yesterday." No matter how good-natured they were, Professor Sprout glared at Harry and them angrily. Harry and Ron immediately bowed their heads in shame and dared not talk to each other. She looked at each other.

"This magical plant is very difficult to repair once it is damaged, but fortunately your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Lockhart has just helped me a lot."

"Professor Lockhart?" Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they both shrugged, obviously after their first encounter in Diagon Alley, they didn't have a good impression of that hypocritical guy in Lockhart. .

Hermione saw the back of "Lockhart" leaving from a distance, and she frowned, always feeling that his pace and walking habits were a little familiar.

After Lynn taught her to see the essence through appearances in first grade, the first time she saw Lockhart in Diagon Alley, she took his performance and the book he described himself as A comparison.

In the end, Hermione was disappointed to find that Lockhart in the book was obviously too different from Lockhart in reality. And that adoration faded away.

Simply put, it's nothing else right now, just passers-by.

Looking at Lockhart aside from those judgmental perceptions, Hermione always felt that his behavior was a little strange and familiar.

But she didn't think much about it. After all, she had only met Lynn at the Ravenclaw long table when she was in the auditorium. He was having dinner with his two friends, as if they were talking about magic knowledge. fiery.

Cedric and Ian felt that they did have a lively chat this morning.

It was just that Lynn was chatting hotly, and the two of them were confused.

"It turns out that the floating spell is like this. It sounds very simple. Let me try it."

Xiaobu held the wand Lynn gave her, ready to try the plate in front of her.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

She follows Lynn every day, and she has seen him use a lot of spells. In addition, this spell is really not difficult. It is an entry-level spell. As long as a little wizard with a little talent can usually succeed the first time.

As the spell was uttered, the wand was swung, and the plate in front of her floated.

Suddenly, Xiaobu put her hands on her hips with excitement and was about to laugh wildly, but she suddenly remembered that she wasn't playing herself, and she wasn't at home, so she hurriedly suppressed her wild smile, put away her proud hands on her hips, and let out a clear cough. , and then pretended to inadvertently asked Cedric and Ian.

"How's it going? Do I have a first-grade level for this spell?"

Both Cedric and Ian shook their heads.

"It's far, far, far away."

"What's wrong with you today? The use of magic spells has regressed so much?"

The expression on Xiaobu's face suddenly froze, and the whole person collapsed again.

"It's a little hot today and I'm not in good shape, which is why I didn't perform well." She made up a lame excuse to cover it up.

Cedric and Ian really didn't lie. Compared with Lynn's performance in the first grade, the level of Xiaobu's floating spell was too low, just like the ordinary first-year wizards who took the final exam, although they used it. , but it is not smooth to use and looks very lame in their eyes.

It's just that Xiaobu didn't know what they meant. She thought that the floating spell she used was far worse than the freshman who just entered the first year.

The illusion that he had always thought he was a genius was shattered, and now Xiaobu can only think about learning magic in an honest and down-to-earth manner, in order to reach Lynn's standard by the end of the semester.

At the same time, on the afternoon of the first day of school, Lynn also ushered in his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class that he will teach this semester.

Coincidentally, this class was held together by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's second-year students, which means that he would meet Harry and the three of them in the first class.

Lynn came to the classroom early.

Standing in front of the podium and looking at the empty desks and chairs below, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

In his previous life, he had only been an official teacher for one year, but he didn't expect to go to the podium again and teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in a magic school.

A smile appeared on Lynn's mouth.

He actually likes the profession of teaching very much. In his previous life, he could have taken the civil service exam to work in the system, but because of his personal hobbies, he finally chose the profession of teaching.

When Dumbledore mentioned this to him that day, if it weren't for the fact that he was teaching a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lynn didn't have so many conditions at all, so he agreed immediately.

His current plan for his future is that after graduating from Hogwarts, he will go to Professor Fox to help him with dark magic research for a few years, and then return to Hogwarts to be a professor here. If all goes well, Hogwarts would have fallen into his hands long ago. Isn't being a professor here as comfortable as being an emperor?

Old Deng had to look at his eyes and do things.

At that time, with a big wave of his hand, Dumbledore would not dare to go east, and Dumbledore would not dare to go east. Even if he could not fly, he would have to ride a flying broom.

Such a beautiful scene, Lynn is very much looking forward to being able to do it in his lifetime.

People have come in one after another in the classroom, and everyone has arrived before class, at least second-year students. Of course, they will not make the low-level mistake of being late in first-year.

After the class, Lynn made a self-introduction.

"Good afternoon, everyone, Professor Dumbledore has already introduced me once at the entrance dinner, but I think I need to introduce myself to you out of courtesy." Lynn smiled and looked at the students below.

Offstage, Ron quietly leaned into Harry's ear.

"Listen, he's about to start, I bet he'll say all of his prefixes, and if not then I'll eat my box of wizard chess!"

"My name is Gilderoy Lockhart, I'm a Hogwarts Ravenclaw graduate and I used to be an idle vagabond, but starting this year I'll be your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." He went. He got off the podium and walked between the desks in the classroom.

Both Harry and Hermione looked at Ron with weird expressions, as if asking him with their eyes if he would keep his promise.

Ron's face flushed, and he said, "Wait, he hasn't finished yet."

At this time, a little Ravenclaw witch raised her hand and said with a look of admiration: "Professor, you were not a loafer before, you are a great adventurer and writer, and the textbooks we use now are all It's your book!"

Great assist!

Ron glanced at the Ravenclaw girl gratefully. This time, Lockhart had the opportunity to show off himself.

Lynn waved his hand: "In my class in the future, if you want to say something, after raising your hand, you will have to wait until I see it and let you say it before you can say what you want to say. This is the first time, so I won't take it as an example. My other identities."

"I don't need to mention it in the future. I am just your professor at Hogwarts, not anything else. You will only call me by one name in the future, and that is Professor Lockhart."

Ron's face suddenly turned liver-colored.